Mirror
I clarify my essence
in the mirror of the day,
Countless faces are lost
along the way,
God’s power moves the galaxies.
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Through the Ages
Strings of harp-
the myth of Orpheus
lives in collective memory,
Music from celestial spheres
exalts us,
We continue
with spunk in the future.
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With Stars
Maritza's coasts,
settlements over the water are mine.
River amethysts mix me
in kaleidoscopes with stars.
I drink through reeds
whirlwinds of my birth.
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If We Were
Star rhythm fills me.
White light - the pulse of the universe
beats in each stalk.
Thousands of suns thump,
as if we were re-created.
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During the Seasons
The sun peeks through a cloud,
bees pollinate the flowering geranium.
The flight carries the scent of honey
during the seasons of my admiration.
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© Minko Tanev
Sofia, Bulgaria
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